To love the law is to love the just balance
where no one is more right for being strong,                    
rich or powerful.
It is knowing that the law
is grounded in human nature,
and that being right
is more important than being correct.                              
It is to face impossible odds
when all involved have agreed                                
that what is asked can’t be done.
It is striving to shift the tilt of the earth
from the status quo toward the steady sun of justice.
It is to take on the world and its powers
for the simple truth that will prevail                                
in the highest court of reason.
It is knowing that his client
is the essential man,                                
the child of the universe                                
whose misdeeds are forgivable mistakes.
It is knowing that his real power
is his word, and that his real wealth                      
is  his reputation.

“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.

In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.

One day I’m gonna live by myself
In a cabin on a mountain
I’ll be the loneliest f**ker you ever did see
And I’ll dance with ghosts

I knew when your hand brushed my collar,

removing a thread,

and removing all doubt